Down In Africa

The volatile truth of our words should continually betray the inadequacy of the residual statement. - Thoreau

leaving supper early after the dipping of the bread

slipping away into the mist of night

in a bold, stark revelation

you planted a kiss of betrayal 'pon human lips

but you will never live to see its harvest

you see, it wasn't really me that you kissed

you missed

'twas merely flesh but not spirit

a replica

thunder

lightning

whirlwind

clouds

after all

someone has to bless the rains

down in africa

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Author's Note

“Blessed are they who never read a newspaper, for they shall see Nature, and through her, God.” - Thoreau